Quied Quiper’s Lossless (Th)underchode
Quite the chat-keeper up. Chote the kat-queeper pope. Total chode’s inter-cathoded queer Pep Talk Pepper: what’s the worst that could happen (to The Pope)? To take and goad ontologies Catholic, and quall into cwestion such papal pokers as warted the south-west hemispheres of Fadgood, should warrant a dropping by and a hopping in (next time you want to peep). You tool, play Tekken ‘n’ go doon t’on me jeans! Cat-oholic bandmate James Quall ain’t too vestibulous, undercut PayPal PKR! Distorted thee sans pest-haemoglobin beer. Oh, Faggot, you shouldn’t want a dripping pie so bland! I’m Poping in next time you watch Peep Show. Yuletoad: a newtivity play starring straw fighter Yoshimitsu (single; untakken). Though n’even a toonbotomy would have known(1) me on my old Jones! Cat O’Tonic bought a mate by just calling, but he wasn’t far west of Telford, a sagging muscle of loss, undercunts, penis peels and PIS. Pistorted as such, three times over the horse-glans that is Homogoblin leapt a bear. Oh, Fagget Fairy, your shoulder-blades waldn’t drop a peng! Your payverty wouldn’t soup a develeaping lamb. Here’s to your next deposit being piping-hot for the Poper, and draper than spermshawl. You were told to renew your -tivity play! Tar in my lungs, distraught, I chose him over you (shingles on Uncle Muscle). M’boner di’n’even attune itself broperly (m’woodless staff bowen(1)). Moaning pie’s cold, John! Catherine “Cold Pie” T’ate some ‘n’ fought ‘n’ died in a lay-bie - tw’jusxt appoalling! Pussy wouldn’t fart abreast Belford End w’thoot ‘Asparagus Now’ of lossless Quall-cat-y. M’(Th)undercants in Pifrael! Piss-torture = an ass-push, threeteen times over t’Rojan hoarse Horse in Glandular Glalestine, with host-modernists swept a(rse)way. Forget it Faggot, posh cupholders ablaze, you wouldn’t un-Cat O’poonstrophe! Play with your wood, but then stoop and delve, you dogger. Host your Lexus deposit shindig at Pied Heart Zoo for the Piper, and dry up the Sperm of the Lonely.
